#Entry 1# March 24th, 2020
My name is Rose Turner, I'm seventeen and...lost.
Everything was fine until dad died and my best friend, during the worst moment of my life, left me for good.
Things turned downhill from there. Mom started working late at first then it got worse.
She brought in a guy whose only aim was to see me break.
He'd tried so many ways to harm me, and most times he succeeded.
I was either always left with broken bones or a bruised body.
And not even once did my mom inquire further after telling her, "I fell mom. " or "I hit my head on the way home."
She would only nod and go about her usual business.
School hadn't been any different.
The students made me feel insignificant and even more insecure.
I had been content with merging with the background until
